After quickly settling his lunch, Ademisor checked the state of Lower Ujit and went to the second bedroom.

After the last fierce chase, he felt that his "machine" potion had been digested a lot, and it would take about another one to two months to fully digest it.

It was time to prepare for Sequence 7, he reminded himself.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Ademisor instantly thought of the "Bridge Cave Demigod" of the School of Life, after all, the other party had given him the Sequence 8 potion with the recipe and materials.

Now that he has a way to contact the other party directly, of course, he has to try to prostitute himself.

Thinking of this, Ademisore quickly set up the closed spiritual environment and began to recite the honorific name of Rejord according to the content of Darkwell's letter:

"The bearer of fortune, the narrator of fate who predicts the future, the bearer of suffering and hope, the witness of the fate of the weak, the walker who walks between chaos and order."

"I'm praying for the 'lucky one' potion recipe."

After the recitation, nothing happened.

After waiting for a few minutes and still no feedback, Ademisol shook his head, the other party was too busy to check? Or can't you read it back?

He got up and put away the materials for ritual magic, lay down on the bed, and let his thoughts drift away.

In the original book, it was only mentioned that Rejord was a demigod, but it was not said that it was a sequence, and it was speculated from the other party's honorific name that it was most likely to be the "chaotic walker" of sequence 3.

A sequence 3 that lives in the bridge cave, this is really undeserved, and it seems that the impact of the split in the school of life is still quite large, at least for the line of fate path in the school.

While thinking about it, Ademisor's spiritual intuition was suddenly touched, and he subconsciously sat up from the bed, and a faint and low voice came from his ears:

"Main materials: one tail feather of a swift bird, one elf luck fruit, 10 grams of mutated white flying millet antler powder."

"Auxiliary materials: 10 ml of Fenerport clover juice, one of the six dice rolled six times in a row, 100 ml of dew."

Really give, Ademisore suddenly rejoiced in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, the voice in my ears continued to sound: "The gift given by fate has already been secretly marked with a price. ”

Is it a warning? Or is it a kind reminder?

Ademisor frowned slightly.

But it's a good thing anyway, the Sequence 7 potion recipe on the market costs around 800-1000 gold pounds, which is a valuable gift.

He had always thought that Rejord's help was due to his background, but on second thought, it might not be all.

Rejord's last reminder made him have to think about it more, just as he had speculated before, the "fate" after the split of the School of Life was very miserable, which also made them eager to absorb fresh blood and increase their strength.

In their opinion, Ademisor, who has comprehended the method of acting on his own and has a close relationship with the school, is the most suitable cultivation object.

Rejord's last sentence is a clear implication that Ademisol is now being groomed so that he can better serve the school in the future.

Of course, there is a more mysterious explanation: it is all arranged by fate.

Ademisore laughed to himself and shook his head to shake the thoughts out of his mind.

He thought very clearly, no matter what the price marked by fate, accepting it was that if he didn't even have this bit of courage, then he wouldn't be able to go far on this path.

After reciting Rejord's honorific name and sincerely thanking him, Ademisor lay back on the bed.

The time soon came to three o'clock in the afternoon, and a new tarot meeting was about to be held.

This time, because he finally didn't have to hide in the bathroom at home, Ademisore laughed to himself.

At three o'clock, the familiar crimson light came and swallowed him.

Above the gray mist, huge stone pillars supported a magnificent temple.

Beside the ancient, mottled bronze table, three clusters of crimson suddenly appeared, blurring and stretching into an illusory figure.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool." Audrey, who had a hazy effect, saluted and said with a light smile, "It's a pity that there is no good wine here, otherwise I would have toasted to your successful attempt." ”

She was referring to ritual magic.

"You are far more powerful than we can imagine." Alger Wilson followed suit.

Ademisol hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Klein's body was still shrouded in an extremely thick gray mist, and his right hand pressed weakly, as if answering an ordinary and ordinary matter:

"Very well, this shows that we are on a fruitful path, and if you have something to do in the future and you can't get out of it on Monday afternoon, then hold a ceremony in advance, and let me know, well, just change the incantation to something like 'pray for a good dream' to a specific reason."

"Okay." Audrey nodded briskly, "Mr. Fool, I have obtained another page of Russell the Great's diary, and I should owe one more." ”

"I also have a page of my diary to submit to you." Ademisol lowered his head slightly, as if respectfully.

"This week, I was far away from land and couldn't find a new one." Alger pressed his right hand to his chest and bent forward in apology.

"Don't worry, the cycle of this matter is destined to be long." Leaning back in his chair, Klein tapped his index finger on the armrest, looked at Justice and the Wheel of Fortune, and said, "You can 'express' the diary now." ”

As he had done last time, a pen and paper suddenly appeared on the table in front of Ademisole, and he picked up the pen and carefully recalled in his mind the diary he had taken from the "audio novel" in the hospital, and gave him the wish to express it.

In just a few seconds, he saw that the parchment in front of him was full of familiar Chinese characters, dense, neat and orderly.

After checking it out, he and Audrey put down their pens almost at the same time.

Crane raised his hand slightly, and two pieces of parchment appeared in his palm.

His gaze shifted downward, and he looked at the next two pages of parchment without emotion, and immediately noticed that the journals submitted by Audrey and Ademisore overlapped.

This is inevitable, he secretly excused the two of them in his heart, calmed down and began to read.

Ademisore didn't have time to keep a new diary, so he took a trick and learned the contents of the party's diary in advance through an "audio novel" and submitted it repeatedly.

The journal mentions the blasphemous tablets and Zarathu as the leader of the tantric order, as well as the time of complete digestion of the low-sequence play method and the criteria for judging complete digestion.

While Klein was reading his diary, Ademisor looked at "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" without a trace, as he had done last time.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Miss Audrey turn her head in a slightly panicked manner, and moved her gaze to the crimson stars around her, pretending to be leisurely admiring the scenery.

This lady was frightened by the idea that she wanted to observe Mr. "Fool".

Seeing Miss "Justice" pretend to be casual, Ademisor almost laughed out loud when she quit the "machine" state.